This blog is dedicated to recording the thoughts of a little pug named Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth, as he struggles through a pampered existence.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Background informationWe did not jump into to getting a pug. Only a fool would do that because pugs are not just dogs, they are ugly, hairy children that never really grow up, or get any smarter than the day you bring them home. Luckily, our friend Lynn let us babysit her pug and bug (boston terrier-pug mix) anytime that she was out of town. We grew to love the little mongrels, and only after two years of training did we feel ready to get our own pug.

A face you can't resist; at least not until you get to know him. This is Rollo Tamasi, he is all pug and then some. His hobbies include eating anything that is dropped on the floor, including cloves of garlic and powerful pain medication spit out by his older brother (he thought the garlic was tasty, but the pain medication caused him to be very calm for a day). Unfortunately, he also loves eating poop. We hope little Winston does not adopt this habit. Generally, he is absent minded and provides hours of unintended comic entertainment. This is Parker (a.k.a. Lollipop) and she is an absolute angel. She sleeps because she is Rollo's primary caregiver and companion, which would exhaust a beast with the greatest stamina. Rollo spends a lot of time picking on her, but everyone can tell they love each other. Her biggest pet peeve is getting her feet wet, so she refuses to go outside in bad weather and, if necessary, goes on the kitchen floor (poor Ana has to clean this up), but her potty training is worlds above that of Rollo. Rollo being Rollo.

Rollo being Rollo, only more so.

Here, Rollo is annoyed that Ana had the audacity to breathe, thereby moving him ever so slightly. If a pug gives someone this look they should take heed because there will be no further warnings.

They do love each other...but Parker is slightly more exhausted from the experience.

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On Pugs:

In the whole catalogue of the canine species, there is not one of less utility, or possessing less the powers of attraction than the Pug Dog, applicable to no sport, appropriate to no useful purpose, susceptible of no predominant passion, and in no way whatever remarkable for any extra eminence, he has continued from era to era for what alone he might have been originally intended, the patient follower of a ruminating philosopher, or the adulating and consolatory companion of an old maid.

-Dr. Edward Patterson, 1804

The Story of the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

I'm a pug puppy that was born on July 8, 2006. I have a face that entitles me to get away with murder and, if all goes according to plan, I shall be able to freely manipulate my Humans as soon as they are properly trained. I foresee a pampered existence for myself, and will do whatever is necessary to see that it comes to be. Now (getting into character) I shall transform myself into an innocent dumb angel...and the Humans will be none the wiser. P.S.- I LOVE COMPLIMENTS! Feel free to leave me a message.

The story of the stray my parents brought home one day, aka "Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug"

Cosette is my little sister, born March 3, 2008. I am not sure how exactly my parents found her, but I am guessing that while they were out playing without me one day, they saw her wandering around and, in a momentary lapse of judgment, decided to bring her home. [Parents' Note: Cosette was not a stray, as much as we admire people who adopt pets who are or were strays, or from shelters, we got Cosette from a wonderful breeder and know that from the minute she was born, she has been nothing but pampered.] I guess she's not really so horrible, we play a lot but she also likes to sleep almost as much as I do, and she is even more snuggly than me, if you can imagine that. Unlike me, she is a social butterfly and loves to play with any other dog, person, or stuffie she sees, although, she is terrified of cats. She seems to be stuck in permanent puppy-hood and is the source of constant amusement for me and my parents.